Geed would never forget that day.
The day the Plasma Spark was never stolen.
His father, Belial, was watching the Ultraman trainees practice with a kind look on his face.
He kept muttering,
"Quit singing and dancing! Is that how you fight monsters? Aim for the head, you idiot!"
"You practiced for twenty-six hours yesterday. You're so good at bragging, so why don't you try getting an A in flying?"
"You bunch of idiot students, eat my Destrim Ray!"
Sure enough, there was no way his dad had gone good, was there?
Geed covered his face and walked away, while Belial's wail came from behind him.
"Sonny, listen to your daddy's explanation!"
